You drink poison and engage in unforgivable acts. Your mind is clouded with recent visions of girls buried under your sweating body. Girls who are not me. Your lips are salivated with another ones saliva, that is not mine. You blame the poison yet your sober mind shall do what your cursed one will too. You do not believe in boundaries, so you push past any that I have. You lied when you said you would never wish to break me. Because I am more than broken now.
You will do anything with a girl, who is not me. You will use a girl, who is not me. You will destroy her mind and body image, but not mine. You can have any girl, just not me.